Angelinas Traffic Stop

Angelina was driving her SUV home from the office, rocking out to Sammy Hagar on the radio. The red and blue lights of the State Patrol appeared in the rearview mirror. She signaled right, hoping the cop wanted to go around, and moved to the center lane. No such luck. He changed lanes with her and was right on her bumper.

"God bless America!" she yelled in the rearview mirror. Her husband would go ballistic if she got another speeding ticket. She left her blinker on, eased over to the breakdown lane, and pulled to a stop. She pulled her license and insurance out of the clip on the visor.

She opened another button on her blouse and hiked up her skirt. The pretty blonde hoped she could flirt her way out of a ticket.

She couldn't see anything with the bright cop lights shining in her mirrors. She didn't see the cop until he was at her window, creeping up on her like she was some kind of criminal.

Officer Wilson shined his flashlight on the ID card in her hand, brightly illuminating her tight blouse, generous cleavage, and short skirt.

"License and registration please," he said. She turned to smile at him figuring it couldn't hurt to be friendly. Like her husband, he was an older guy with dark hair and dark eyes.

"Here you go, officer. What's the problem?"

Angelina was relieved the traffic was light with little chance of someone she knew driving by and seeing her.

"Ma'am, we recorded your speed at 86 in a 65 zone. That's reckless operation, ma'am."

"But officer, I just had the speedometer fixed last week. I couldn't have been going that fast."

She knew that sounded dumb the second the words left her lips. She looked at him and smiled feeling like an idiot.

"Well, ma'am, we don't go around pulling people over for no reason. Speeding is dangerous. We take it very seriously."

She looked over and saw Officer Rich at the passenger side rear door. He had one hand on his belt and the other on his gun checking her back seat. He was a hunky blonde guy a few years younger than her.

"Please officer, my husband will kill me if I get a speeding ticket. Can you do something? Maybe give me a warning or something? I'd do anything to keep him from finding out,"

"Well, you sit tight ma'am and we'll be right back."

She noticed the other cop was gone too. They had both gone back to their car to write her up. They were probably talking about the dumb blonde who all but volunteered to blow them to get out of a ticket.

It was taking them forever to write two tickets. They were probably on the police radio telling all the other cops they had a live one.

Angelina was glad it was dark so they didn't see her blush. She knew she was coming off like a slut. Cops turned her on, especially their uniforms. What if they had to handcuff her and frisk her to search her for weapons?

She imagined the two hunky cops frisking her and putting her in handcuffs. Mmm.... She slipped a few fingers under her skirt to rub herself through her white cotton panties. Ooo...mmm. Her eyes were closed, lost in her cop fantasy, edging.

She was startled out of her reverie when Officer Rich knocked on the passenger window, "Ma'am, please slide over to this side and exit the vehicle."

"I...I...I...yes sir," she said. Pulling her hand from beneath her skirt, she blushed again, her face and chest beet red. She hoped he didn't see her humiliation.

She slid across the seat to the passenger door and turned to get out, flashing her panties at him as she swung her legs out and stood up. She was as tall as him in her heels, her tight blouse and spectacular cleavage drawing his eyes.

"Hands behind your back ma'am,"

She turned around with her hands behind her back and he held her thumbs in one hand. She bit her lip, afraid to say anything more idiotic than she already had.

He walked her back to the cop car and stood her at the open door so she was facing the car. Officer Wilson was sitting in the driver's seat filling out a ticket.

"Put your hands on your head ma'am and spread your feet."

Officer Wilson watched as his partner stood behind her and patted her down. She didn't complain as he frisked her even though it was more like a rough groping than a frisking. He put his hands inside her blouse and squeezed her through the bra. His hands went under her skirt feeling her up like a cheap date.

"She's clean." said the frisky cop and she put her hands at her sides.

Officer Wison finished writing the ticket and laid it on the dash.

"Well, Mrs. Stevens. You have four tickets on your record. Tonight makes two more; one for speeding and the other for reckless operation. If I were your husband I'd be mad too. I can't imagine what your insurance premiums must cost."

"Yes, sir." She said, casting her eyes at the ground. She was sure they were taking her to jail. Her husband was going to be soo pissed.

"Mrs. Stevens the problem is that you have never been punished. You go to court all made up, probably wearing a short dress, and flirt with the judge. Then you use hubby's credit card to pay the fine. You never really get punished yourself.

Other than the inconvenience you have no skin in the game, do you Mrs. Stevens?"

Officer Wilson was right. She would meet her friends at lunch laughing and telling them how she got away with it.

Her eyes pleaded with him as she said, "Please don't take me to jail. I'll do anything." This time she really meant it, even if she had to blow them both.

"Hands behind your back, ma'am," Officer Rich said. She complied and he handcuffed her. He walked her to the front of the car and bent her over, face down on the hood of the car.

Angelina was humiliated, bent over the hood of the State Patrol car on a public highway to be punished like a juvenile delinquent. The officers knew the bright flashing lights put the hood of the cruiser in a dark spot that nobody could see. Mrs. Stevens thought she was in plain sight of passing traffic.

What were they going to do? She thought a blow job would suffice, but now she wasn't so sure. Would they...try something else?"

Officer Rich had one hand on the small of her back and rubbed her rear end with the other. Officer Wilson got out of the car and came around to the front. He made sure she could see him pull his leather belt off.

Angelina's breath hitched as Officer Rich pulled her panties down exposing her shapely derriere. The evening breeze aroused her as it blew under her skirt cooling the heat between her legs. Angelina was at once aroused and afraid.

"Mrs. Stevens, I'm going to do the judge's job for him and punish you. You will be spanked twenty-one times, one swat of my belt for each MPH you were speeding. My partner here is going to give you twenty more swats for reckless operation and a written warning."

Officer Wilson stepped up behind Mrs. Stevens. From the rear, she was a vision of raw female sexuality.

Angelina stood in heels, lying face-down on the hood of the State Patrol car. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, standing with her feet apart, her pink panties pulled down to her knees. Her little black skirt was flipped up leaving her perfect bottom exposed and ready for action.

Officer Wilson put his hand between her legs gauging her desire and pulled his hand away wet. He lifted her black skirt and rubbed her luscious cheeks.

He stepped back to take his first swing, landing the belt across the sweet spot of both cheeks.

Angelina yelped.

Officer Rich's belt landed next, striking high on the back of her thighs below the curve of her cheeks.

Angelina yelped saying, "Ow! That hurts!"

The cops switched off spanking her in turn. The two cops alternated, strapping her forty-one times as promised. Her delicate posterior felt as if she sat in hot coals.

Her yelps became shouts and her sobs became cries at the stinging pain in her cheeks. She was blushing hard from the humiliation of her public spanking and her cheeks were bright red from the leather belts landing blows.

She was crying, begging them to stop, promising never to speed again.

Officer Wilson said, "These Community Outreach sessions really do make a positive impact, don't they Officer Rich?"

"They do, Officer Wilson, I get all emotional when we finally make a connection."

Officer Wilson stepped back. Officer Rich pulled her upright and turned her around. Officer Wilson looped his belt around her neck. Officer Rich sat her on the brush guard.

Angelina was scared now. Her ass was on fire and she had two beefy cops with a belt around her neck. Wilson held the belt so so was looking up at them. He held her chin and pushed his thumb into her mouth. When she opened up to take it he stuffed her face with his meaty nightstick.

They ravaged her face with their meaty nightsticks and left their loads in her mouth. They wiped their cocks on her face and pulled her to her feet.

Officer Wilson said, "You are free to go, young lady. Be safe and no speeding!"

Officer Rich turned her around and took off the cuffs. Angelina pulled up her panties and straightened herself up.

Angelina returned to her car sitting gingerly on her sore derriere. She signaled and pulled into traffic, her rear end throbbing and her mouth tasting of man.

She took a sip of water from her bottle of Perrier and swished it around in her mouth swallowing the last of their essence. She couldn't wait to get home so hubby could take her. Her lead foot matted the throttle as she sped off into the night.

END